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"Beware the Raven that stands alone, the one that watches and waits, |
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Beware that unguarded moment, that subtle twist of fate. |
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It may just be the eyes of the Crow man". |
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You see a group of dancers in the street |
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Dressed up to look like chimney sweeps. |
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But under the feathered hats and ragged clothes |
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There hides the Crow man. |
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Faces blackened out so you cant see |
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The colour of the soul that lies beneath. |
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Behind the painted masks that hides their faces. |
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There hides the Crow man. |
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People gather round to cheer them on |
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And laughing joins in the dancing throng. |
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Unaware of the dark side behind it |
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They don't know what's really going on. |
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It's part of a ritual from the past |
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The dance of the Crow Man |
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Down through the ages down through the years |
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At springtime the crow man will always appear. |
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To feed the earth with the blood of the chosen |
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To ensure life's circle for the following season! |
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To replenish the earth by the taking of life |
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In the Crow mans ritual blood sacrifice! |
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In the crowd he'll see a person all alone |
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And point with an ancient Runic stone. |
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The spell is cast and only death awaits them |
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No one to miss them when they're gone |
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With no family to mourn or to care |
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They're now part of the Crow man. |
